Restorations Most Likely A Spy Lyrics

And the things we'd trade in some strangers' basements
And the things we'd trade with the boats on the foreign shores
But it bites back
It doesn't care at all
If I looked up, this would be your ceiling

I wanted to go home
Now I just want to go back
Side stage
Off in the corner
We hit it off And by “hit it off” I mean
I was staring at the floor
I was trembling like a child

You'll break down today
You'll break down tomorrow

Now its me and the cabbie idling downtown
Wind whips between the buildings as we whistle along Electricity, leave me be